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Springblossoms

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Growing out of comfort: How many of us actually dare to step to the road not taken? Rarely very few. What's the thing which is binding us to constant sadness and anxiety? The answer is materialistic world; a world full of deadly desires. Yes desires when satisfied leads to greed and if desires are not satisfied then leads to anger and what not. We only give importance to body and not our soul. We do spend lot of money on cosmetics, junk food, social media and Medicines, which only satisfies

Growing out of comfort: How many of us actually dare to step to the road not taken? Rarely very few. What's the thing which is binding us to constant sadness and anxiety? The answer is materialistic world; a world full of deadly desires. Yes desires when satisfied leads to greed and if desires are not satisfied then leads to anger and what not. We only give importance to body and not our soul. We do spend lot of money on cosmetics, junk food, social media and Medicines, which only satisfies

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Where do Regrets go? Had it been possible to stash regrets, my drawer would be teeming with them. I would lock the drawer just to unlock it the very next minute. And once it's full I would be emptying the one next to it off the pages bearing my unshed tears, to stash more, so that they won't spill on the floor. My room would reek of regrets but at least my head wouldn't. My head reeks of regrets. And I keep tossing them from one lobe to another, time to time. Perhaps that's why our brain has four lobes - division

Where do Regrets go? Had it been possible to stash regrets, my drawer would be teeming with them. I would lock the drawer just to unlock it the very next minute. And once it's full I would be emptying the one next to it off the pages bearing my unshed tears, to stash more, so that they won't spill on the floor. My room would reek of regrets but at least my head wouldn't. My head reeks of regrets. And I keep tossing them from one lobe to another, time to time. Perhaps that's why our brain has four lobes - division